Preparations for the Champion Tournament III

The next day...

In a room resembling a pantry at the back of the goblin hamlet, two entities sat discussing on stones, each holding a juicy leg of meat.

Their presence was such that it literally terrified the other goblins in the room, causing them to slip away one by one until only the two of them remained.

"So, Snikkle, do you think you can win the tournament this time?"

"Yes, I discussed it with Throk and the others yesterday. They won't put up any resistance against me in today's battle royale. The only thing that should worry me now is the next challenge."

These two entities were none other than the elders Groggle and Snikkle, the hobgoblins guarding the hamlet's entrance. They had freed themselves from their duties to participate in the tournament.

"Kekekekekekekeke... If that's the case, it's already in the bag, my brother. So, don't forget me when you become a goblin champion."

"Yes, brother..."